Quotes from Frederick Frye Rockwell

With rake and seeds and sower, And hoe and line and reel, When the meadows shrill with "peeping" And the old world wakes from sleeping, Who wouldn't be a grower That has any heart to feel?

In golden April weather, In sun and wind and rain, Let us fare forth and follow Beneath the spring's first swallow By budding break and heather To the good brown soil again!

And for our work—though showers And autumn frosts destroy— Our greatest pay's not measured In fruit and flower we've treasured, But in the golden hours That brought us health and joy!

Delve in! The year's before us; Spring's promise fills the air. Descendants of Antæus, The brown earth's touch can free us, Renew us and restore us, From the hand o' carking care.